Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Sudan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Dirtbombs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers,
Delta 5,
The Dirtbombs,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Flag,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Juan Atkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues,
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
K-Klass,
JFA,
Fela Kuti,
the Normal,
Black Bananas,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.